I'm 17 years old, in my whole life, I've had one dearly loved person
die.My grandfather was 76 when he died of bone cancer. I have
a 20 month oldcousin who had a special bond with him. My cousins parents
were truckers,and it being summer, they asked me to care for their baby for a
month. Theyleft their son in my care, and what I gained in that experience
is that I'mglad that I'm not a teenage mom. A week and a half after they
left for theroad, my grandfather died. The morning he died, my cousin
woke up crying.We couldn't understand why, we tried feeding him, changing his diapers,cuddling him. He would not stop. Fifteen minutes later,
our phone rang. Idon't remember exactly when he stopped crying, but it was during
theconversation and before my mom was given the news. I remember
she startedto cry and she said "When?" and that's when I knew that he was gone,
she wastold he passed away 15 minutes before the call was made. I
started to cry.My cousin comforted me, being all of 13 months at the time.
At one time, mybrother was putting the movies into our movie box, and our cousin
walked upto him and put his head on my brothers shoulder and put his tiny
arm aroundhim and patting him on the back. My mom called our Bishop,
he came andblessed us. He told us that his mother believed that when
someone dies,they visit the little ones. My cousin, being the littlest
at the time andhaving had the bond between him and our grandfather. I was
sad, the lasttime I had seen my grandfather was the Christmas before, I never
got to tellhim that I loved him, and to say good-bye. He knew I loved
him though. Idreamt one night, that I was at my grandparents home. *Everytime
we went tovisit, my grandfather used to stand up and see who was at the door.*
Iwalked into their house, and he stood up. He smiled and chuckled
and I knewthat he was fine. Everytime I think of this I cry. When
my grandfather wasdiagnosed, he was given two years to live; but within five months,
he passedaway. We're all glad that he never has to live through that
kind of painagain, and we miss him. With all our hearts.

A Recent Experience

By: AHAMES@centralbankofturkey.fsbusiness.co.uk

I have sent some stories to you previously, explaining my life long
ability to see ghosts. But, until now I have not been totally able
to pass on messages from them.For the 18 months I have been working very closely with a lovely
Turkish lady who lost her two young sons in the terrible earth quake Turkey
suffered in August 1999. As I had experienced many deaths of those
close to me, we talked alot and forged a very strong bond.For months we had encouraged her to become pregnant and have another
child as she is a natural mother. Finally last July she announced
that she was expecting.A few months into the pregnacy she became very depressed and worried
that her sons would be angry about the new baby. We all felt for
her but there was nothing we could do.Until, one night i was sleeping ver restlessly, and when i finally
dropped off, I dreamed of being at work and her two boys visited me, what
is amazing is that although i had seen pictures of them when they were
young i didn't really know what they looked like or how they were personally.
But, everything i saw was increddibly accurate, even down to how they behaved
with me. They told me that they were very excited about the baby
and they were worried about thier mother because she was sad. After
telling her this her mood changed instantly.Shortly after the birth of her daughter this feb, I had another
dream where they boys visited me. This time i was in thier bedroom
and they told me that thier mother should give them the comfort blanket
that they had both used, and that the babies hand's and feet were exactly
the same as the oldest sons were. Again I told my friend this an
I was totally accurate.Both my friend and her husband believe that thier sons are talking
to me because i am able to hear them, and It is really helping them through
a very hard time.

A Third Hand Tale

By: Paulj.Wilson@btinternet.com

At the end of the 1980's a good friend of mine moved into an apartment
in the East Lothinn (Scotland) village of Ormiston. Nothing out of
the ordinary happened for a long time but the first thing she and her husband
noticed was that things got interfiered with. The settings on the
cooker and oven would be altered, either up or down, without anyone having
gone into the kitchen. During the night, the TV and/or lamps would
come on. Eventually they developed a routine where before going to
bed she would go around the room switching off appliances, un pluging them
from the outlets and he would go around after her to check it had been
done. In the morning they would often find plugs back in their outlets
and appliances turned back on. The only other manifistation was one
day when Lynn was exercising in the livingroom on an exercise bike and
despite being in the house on her own she disticly heard a child lauging
from the other end of the room, but nothing could be seen. On questioning
the previous owner of the apartment, he confessed to haveing experienced
all of the same things over the years he had lived their.

A Very Special Experience

By: david1@nextgen.net.mt

"when my parents got married they moved into a very small flat ,just
3 rooms .the first night they got in they were in bed when they heared
strange noises coming from the kitchen .At first they ignored it
but the sound was getting louder and louder .So they decided straight away
to go to my granny's home that lived near by . But when they went home
again a couple of days later the sounds were the same .Then she was pregnant
with me and for example when my dad use to help her washing the floor and
he was sure that the floor cloth was there he wouldn't find it and then
he used to say"if you really want it you can have it"and go to the other
room he used to find it. Then i was born and since I was the only child
in the family i had no children to play with I used to play with
the mirror in the bedroom .I knew i wasn't playing alone cause when I throw
the ball the ball would came back to me .My parents got worried a
lot and once they asked me with who I was playing and i told them with
a man . His hair was long and dark ,big black eyes with moustach and a
bit of goaty he was dress in royal red like a cavalier and he had a necklace
with a pandent the face of Christ .So we went to live with my grannys for
a while becuase they were afraid,but soon we had to return home cause I
was ill and I wanted to go home .As soon as we retured home i started to
feel better and i went to play .The following months were raffy since dad
lost his job and mum used to find money under the mat in the cuboard and
some times even sweets and milk .Once I gave dad 3 numbers that this friend
of mine had gave me and he won some money from the lotto. Mum and dad tried
to have more children when we were living ther but they couldn't .Then
we got a bigger house and dad got a new job and it was time to leave.
A few days before my friend wanted to give me his chain and I said
no cause my mum always told me not to accept things from other people so
i was afraid altough I wished to .And so we left .people phoned us the
next morning to ask us if we left a dog or some thing in the flat,cause
they could not sleep with at night with the sounds of some one crying and
foot steps coming in the flat .All I know is that after we left a week
later a young man got in and the following morning they found him dead.
I was 2 at that time and we left our flat in vittoriosia in malta at 4
years ,then my mum had more children 4 infact . I am 20 now and I never
seen him since.Some times i have that strange feelingthat I am not alone
or that some one is there with me but i feel relaxed by the smell of jasmines
that surround the room .He was my first friend more then a ghost and i
will treausare that daysfor ever in my heart"

Mild but Ghostly

By: Gemini61386@aol.com

I guess you could say that my experiences are quite mild compared
to others.When I was about seven or eight I was having trouble sleeping and,
at thattime I kept my closet open at night, I looked through the slats
of my bunkbed into my closet and saw a large golden glowing figure and a smallerglowing figure. A few years before my dog had died, I loved him
very much.And a few months earlier, my fish, I was very close with this fish-she
let mepet her-, had died. My conculsion to this was that they were there
to help mesleep. As soon as I saw them I went straight to sleep. My other
experiencewas this year. I was home alone and I was picking something up out
of thebottom of my closet and I heard a voice say "Bridget, I wouldn't
do that."And I quit doing what I was doing and got up very quickly. As soon
as I gotup, something fell off the top shelf. It landed right where I was
kneeling.

I Can See Them

By: joethefed@aol.com

Hi there, my names Joe, my friend Colin probably wrote you recently
aboutsome recent activity. For the past I don't know how many years
I have beenable to feel and to an extent see ghosts. I can sense what
they are feelingand what their intentions are. However, about three years,
my friend Colinstarted having sleeping problems. I already knew his house
was haunted, butwhat was haunting it was the spirit of what I think is a five year
oldchild. For christmas the year before a friend of ours that
lived inThailand sent us all gifts, however Colin was the one that received
a housethat you would leave tokens and gifts in to help ward off evil spirits.Over time it stopped doing that. Trapped in the house was
some kind ofcreature, like a demon, it was huge, dark, and very menacing.
I still don'tknow how to use all of my abilities very well, but at the time I
sure ashell didn't, but I attempted this any way. We attempted to
destroy thehouse and everything in it. It took 45 minutes just to get
it to catchfire. During this 45 mintues I was attempting to immobilize
the creatureinside the house. After 45 minutes I was able to trap it,
by pure luck.After I trapped it I was able to see what was being stored in the
house. Itwas a large field, fire everywhere, dead bodies on fire, blood everywhere.It reminded me of what Hell would look like when described to you
as achild. After that I was drained, I couldn't do much of anything,
I thoughtI lost all my abilities, but after two months they started coming
back, veryslowly. I knew this only because I was able to sense the ghost
in Colinshouse again. While I was living in Korea I encountered a few
spirits, butthey were by chance and left over from the war, that was when I
knew myabilities were back to full, but I wanted to learn how to better
use them,and I am not having any luck. Well to end the story on a bad
note, lastweek my friend Jess asked about any ghost encounters any of us have
had, soColin and I talked about this one, so Jess got curious and wanted
to seewhere it happen. Reluctantly we took him there. Surprisingly
enough,development has been going on in the area for the last five years,
but atthe spot where we destroyed the house nothing is built. We
went to the spotand I was able to feel it out from residue from when we first destroyed
it,but after a few minutes it wasn't just that. The feeling I
was gettingbecame stronger until it made me sick, I almost passed out and I
double-overdry heaving. It turns out it was still trapped there, until
that night,somehow it got loose. I don't know how or why, but now I have
to get rid ofit for good, and I don't know how

Original Plantation Home

By: prtblonde@excite.com

This happend about 8 years ago. My friend Debi and i were sitting
on myfront steps talking about a bunch of things including ghosts and
spirits. Weknew that the land we were on was full of ghosts. Just like all
of Madison.There is alot of Historie here. This is the only town Sherman did
not burndown during the civil war.You still find Original Plantation Houseshere.Anyway, that was pretty much what we were talking about at
the time.When out of the blue we smelled a very strong Odor of a mans cologne.
It washot and there was no wind at all. We both felt someone standing
in front ofus. Since we both liked the cologne, we told "it" that he smelled
good buthe put way too much cologne on. It was too strong.So we asked if
he couldtone it down a little. Thats when the cologne smell turned into
a smell of"Death" rotten flesh, bad eggs. I don't know how to explain that
smell. Itwas BAD let me tell you! So, the women that we are, we changed our
mindabout the cologne very fast. We told him that we understand now
and toplease use the cologne again we would deal with it being so strong.
Hecomplied and used the cologne again. We thanked him and kept talking.
Hestaied for a bit and then left.There is so much Activity in this Town! The Spirits are everywhere.
Nomatter where you go. There is one where i work. All he wants is
for someoneto know that he is there. He'll come and through something off of
a shelfand as soon as I tell him that i know he is there, he'll stay around
towatch me work.He does not talk to me even though i have asked him
who he isand what he wants, does he need help with anything e.t.c. He just
wants tobe around someone. He doesn't want to be alone i don't think.In the Next County in the woods, is a Plantation House. Noone lives
therenow. The House is falling apart. There is the spirit of a Slave
that used towork and live on the plantation. He told us about how well he was
treated bythe master unlike the other slaves. He loves the land and the House.
He toldus that he was hung by the plantation owner because the daugter
of thefamily had his child and to save her face, she said that he Raped
her. Hedied and stayed behind to watch over her and his baby. He said that
he realyloves her and the child. He likes for someone to just listen to
him tell hisstorie. He invited us to come Back and listen to him tell his storie.
Forall of you out ther that think spirits are all about scarring you,
thats nottrue. Most of them are very nice and just want to be and noticed.Sorrie for useing so much space. Thanks for reading my stories.

Apartment Ghost Story...

By: Sandee013@aol.com

In 1989 I moved into a goverment apartment(# 7) in a small town containingseven units. The last apartment was occupied by a single mom with
a smallchild and her boyfriend. The previous year they (Man and woman)
weremurdered(shot to death) in thier bed in the first bedroom by the
woman'sestranged ex. No one wanted to move into the apartment because of
the historysurrounding the apartment. I was a young mother and had two children
andneeded a place to live and thought nothing of this. In time I was
told of thestrange happenings of the place and chalked it up to superstition
or smallminded people with too much time on thier hands. Things were pretty
quiet forme and my little ones for the first few months, then small things
started tooccur. The light over the sink area in my kitchen would mysteriously
come onin the middle of the night. Being the only adult in the house and
the onlyperson who could actually reach the switch, this had me worried
that I had anelectrical short or something and promptly had it checkedout.....nothing,perfectly normal. Kitchen cabinet doors would be
halfway openin the mornings when I awoke, I scolded my oldest daughter(7 yrs.
at thetime) for climbing the counters and getting snacks out and she told
me thatshe was asleep,she didn't do it. My youngest daughter (2 yrs. at
the time)was starting to make a habit of getting up in the middle of the
nite andgetting into bed with me. Very unusual for her, she is a hard sleeper.
At onepoint I was having trouble sleeping, so much to the point I went
to a doctorand got sleeping medication, all to no avail. I always woke up at
3am and hada difficult time going back to sleep. Nothing worked until I rearranged
mybedroon furniture and moved my bed from one end of the room to the
other.Once while my oldest daughter ws visiting her grandmother overnite,
myselfand my youngest daughter decided to take a bubble bath together
in the lateevening. While we were in the tub, I herd jingle bells rattling
around in acup on a shelf not five feet from me. All of my windows were closed
and noone else was in the house, couldn't explain it at the time. After
three yearsI chose to move in with a man to a better neighborhood . My
landlord chosethat time to tell me the complete history of "My" apartment.He showed
me thenewspaper articles on what happened and after reading all of them
Iunderstood all.....The Ex climbed through the bathroom window and shot them both dead(At
threeam) and took the child which was sleeping between the two. Thier
bed was inthe exact postion as I had my bed when I couldn't sleep. The mom
was a stayat home mom and was always in the kitchen fixing stuff for her little
child(making homemade cookies, snacks and such). She always left the
kitchen sinklight on for her boyfriend when he came in late at nite. My daugher
alwaysgetting into my bed late at nite was quickly understood by me. The
otherbedroom was never used by the child, she always slept with her mother
and theboyfriend.No other tenants have reported any activity in this unit,of
coarsethey didn't have small or female children either. Time will tell
if thisghost will ever find peace or her final rest.Before moving out (The
last nitethere) I made my peace with her and told her I understood why she
did thethings she did, I understood she wasn't trying to scare me or my
little girlsand I wished her peace .

Apparition in the Hallway

By: fboily@sympatico.ca

One afternoon of 1995 or 1996, I was dusting our bedroom (the masterísbedroom) in our appartment. Right beside our bedroom was a
smallhallway leading up to the bathroom and to the other bedroom.
I rememberbeing in a very good mood. I had been doing a few changes
in thedecoration of the bedroom and was now dusting. I was happy
with theresults and as I was dusting I was talking about the changes with
myhusband or what I thought was my husband standing in the hallway.
Allsmiling and happy I started to tell him, or what I thought was him,
«Hey Franky ! Look at what Iíve just done? Isnít that nice?!
» Iadvanced in the hallway to bring him in the bedroom and as I neared
him,he disappeared! I nearly jumped! Now, as I was dusting,
I happened toturn my head towards the hallway which was on my right and there
stood aman who very much looked like my husband and who was dressed in
modernclothes (a short and a t-shirt). When I saw him, I was sure
he was myhusband. That is when I started talking to him and as I was
cheerilyand happily explaining the changes to him, he had this most beautifulsmile of encouragement! He seemed to be happy for me.
What a surprisewhen I realized that I had been speaking to someone or something
elsethan my husband and when I saw it disappear! It is when this
beingdisappeared that I realized that my husband was lying on the couch
andwatching TV! He was very surprised when I told him what happened.

Apparition in the Middle of the Night

By: fboily@sympatico.ca

One Saturday night (around 1995), my husband and I went to bed veryearly. I was sound asleep when suddenly, around 2 A.M., I
was awakenedby the sound of crumpling paper. The sound was coming from
my left. Iturned my head, and there, beside the bed, on my side, was anapparition! It had the appearance of a young man with short
brown hairand was stripped to the waist! The lower portion of his «
body » wastransparent, ghost-like. It was also pretty tall, around 6
feet or so.Now, on my side of the bed was the closet and a lamp. The
apparitionwas standing in front of the lamp and sideways to myself.
His head wasbending over a little bit and yes, he was crumpling something with
hishands. I remember thinking « Oh, this must be my husband,
what is hedoing there in the middle of the night? » To be sure,
I turned aroundto see if he was really in bed and yes, he was sound asleep!
I rememberlooking at my husband, then at this apparition, then again at my
husbandand again at this apparition. I wanted to be sure I wasnít
dreaming orseeing things. But no! It was real! I couldnít
believe it! Therebeside me was this being from another world, from another realm!
When Ifully realized it, my heart started beating like crazy! I
really gotfreaked out. I just leaned on the bed and stared at this apparition.
Iwas scared because this was the unknown, but I tell you, when I
think ofit now, it really was a peaceful being. I even think that
he probablywas an angel, or my guardian angel for that matter. Sometimes,
Ibelieve, that our guardian angels want us to see them. Yes,
in thepresence of this being I felt great peace. For a moment, during
theexperience, I thought « When is he going to leave? ».
Just when Ithought that, he disappeared! When he disappeared I began
sweating andmy heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to jump right
outof my body! I hid under the bed covers and eventually, but
with muchdifficulty, fell asleep!

Attracted to Me

By: jughead888@hotmail.com

I stumbled onto your website. I just
want to say that out of my 41 yrsof "life" I have been haunted since early childhood. Folks around
me noticethese things too - so its not just me. My experiences run the entirespectrum - mostly poltergheist, some other... angelic, maybe
one demonic,seen a few ghost - clearly - heard them at times - clearly - crying...actually the only time I've heard them (thankully) was who I call
the cryinglady in an old Inn and others have heard her too. The sobbing wastremendously sad and resonant broken between sobs with her voice
"Oh Godplease nooooo... oh my god noooooo...." then more sobs. I have had
what Icall whistling gost - really odd stories... no question about any
of themthat they were real and something paranormal. Lately, very recently,
I havebeen plagued by sudden very loud raps on the wall next to my head
as I sitand write - usually very late at night. I thought it was kids out
latetossing rocks against the wall but one cold rainy night a week ago
I decidedto test it and went up to the room to write - 2:30AM, raining hard
- almostfreezing out, definately no kids out - no trees near the wall either.
Assoon as I sat down - smiling to myself thinking it wasn't going
to happen -Rap! hard on the wall next to my head. I don't come up to this room
to writeanymore after 9PM as I think it was somebody telling me to do other
thingswith my time. Once I was at the PC late - I live alone - and behind
me Iheard a slap and a jingle and turned to see my heavy leather belt
swingingaround on the handle bar of my Nordic Trak where it had been all
day. Icould go on and on with stories - most more dramatic than
these littleattention getters. I wrote em all out in a book hoping to sell it
and I havea total of 21 "major" stories - a few verifiable by other sources.
Once Ihad a spirit tell a 5 yr old to give me a message in a certain room
we werestaying in as I was engaged to his ma. He said that the spirit man
came tohim with a message for me - that he (the ghost) came and went from
the roomand that I did not need to fear him because he was a "good" spirit.
He justwanted me to know that, he wanted the boy to tell me that -
and he left. Ayear later, the enagagment having flopped, I was out of a place
to stay andthe owner of the esate offered me a room at a great rate and I accepted
- itwas the same room. In that room I experienced quite a few paranormal
events- levitation, poltergheist stuff. I found out that a certain fellow
had shothimself in that room ten yrs back. Folks that knew him said he was
about thenicest person you could hope to meet. So anyway... I don't know what to make of all this -
a lifetime of it... I havenever sought or investigated any of it. I don't know. I am a Christianmyself and don't think it right to investigate too deeply and I
am alsoafraid that by investigating I will attract it. I have heard other
folk'sghost stories and generally believe em. But I have never heard of
anybody sohaunted as myself - no way. I think maybe something about me attracts...don't know. That's all.

Australia Incident

By: kyliwebb@lefevrehs.sa.edu.au

I live in Australia and I have been seeing spirits ever since I was
about 2years old. My first experience was just after my grandmothers death.
I wasvisiting her grave for the first time and all of a sudden I started
hearingvoices. They were telling me to leave that it was dangerous for
them and meif I stayed, that I had to run, andnever turn round. It is weird that I remember it, although my memory
is notas clear as my mothers but I remember most of the details. I know
that thisis probably really hard to believe but I give you my word it is
true.Although I think about it know and realize that I wasn't scared,
at the time I new that I had to leave so I told my mum and dad and we left.
My daddidn't believe me, but my mum did. Since then I have had many experienceswith spirits all of which have been good except for one. This happened
whenI was 15. I had been roped into a swimming carnival, and I can't
swim togood so I was practicing in my pool. The pool is down the very back
and you can't see the house from the pool as it is behind the shed. I have
often seen spirits down the back but it has never worried me . It was getting
late and I had been swimming for a while so stopped for a brake. Whilst
I was standing in the middle of the pool I seen a baby sitting on the fence
that surronds the pool, I tried to look away but I was in a trance. I finaly
stopped looking at it but it was good as I was suddenly dragged under the
water. I struggled for about 10 minutes befor it would let go. When it
finaly did I run inside. I told my mum and she never believed me but I
have never been down there on my own since.

-Australian Haunted Houses

By:rpaisley@MILLSPRINGS.ORG

When I was living over-seas in Australia (which was about 4
yearsago) my house was haunted, I'm absolutely positive...my ghost experiencestarted when I went their quarantine station to this day I'm stillfrightened to death of that place.. you see my school took a ghost
tour andthe Australians like to "joke" around well when we went in to the
morguethere was a body on the table.. we (the children and parents) all
thoughtthat it was a dummy well all of a sudden in the middle of the story
the bodyon the table starts to sit up now me terrified I scream bloody murder
forabout 5 minutes...its amazing when your scared how long you can
hold yourbreath...so to make a long story short that made me scared. well
after thatabout oh a month later or so I woke up all of a sudden I was lying
on mystomach and I looked to the right of me and there was this white
transparentwispy type of thing it was almost completely white but you could
barley seethrough it...all most like fog.. well I got sooo scared that I put
my pillowover my head, i stayed like that for about an hour and during that
time iheard strange footsteps non of my family I have come to realize
that thisghost was rather gentle and seemed like a good spirit almost kind
of like aprotection i was yet not screaming scared, scared because i didn't
know whatit was. my next experience was even more frightening... again i
woke up lateat night and as i looked through my bedroom door i saw an middle
aged manwho was the foggy wispy transparent thing in an undershirt stained
with idon't know dark colors could have been blood, who knows but he had
thesebright red evil eyes i was even more scared then before... he just
felt soevil i was just soo scared i just sat there in my bed frozen with
fear ijust stared at him i think for about 20 minutes and i blinked and
he wasjust gone. i sat there almost paralyzed even after he left. to this
day wheni enter certain rooms in houses i can feel a presence. i can tell
if it is agood or if it is a bad presence.

Baby's Guardian Angel

By: juneblair@palm.net

Hello shadowlands, my story beginswhen my daughter was 5 months old , I moved in with my mom with
mydaughter to Bakersfield calif. We lived in a large appartment complex,my daughter and I where sleeping , she was in a portable crib acrossthe room and I was on the other side by the window, well my daughtercried out, not a fussy I'm waking up cry but a cry, needless to
say asa new mother, I was up and walking across the room like a shot and
inmy birthday suit so as I walking I noticed something out of the
cornerof my eye, I tried to look but, it would just stay out of sight.
Ilooked at my baby and her eyes where wide open, I got a blanket
tocover her up, then covered her and turned around to walk to my bed
whenI saw it again, just out of sight, I layed down in bed and
there wasthis ghost staring at me from the ceilling! I noticed mainly
the eyes!You could see the shape of it's head moving around looking.
Ipretended not to see it so I kept my eyes closed , then the sun
came upthrough the window and lit up the room, I looked , of course I couldn'tsee it I'm sure it blended in with the light and was still there,
so Ileft. I figured that when my daughter cried out, and me shooting
acrossthe room, I must have startled it, my baby saw it thats why she
criedout but anyway the spirit was looking at her and avoided me at allcost! The way it behaved it acted like "your not supposed to me"
. Mydaughter is 17 now, I've told her the story for many years, she'sattracted other spirits while growing up, not bad ones ,they just
seemto visit .

Believe In the Supernatural

By: Sobe18038@aol.com

i live in bricktown,nj and i believe in the supernatural. my best
frinnd andi were always playing with this kind of stuff.my friend always told
me heheared peoplewalking around the house when he was home alone and would call me
about itsounding freaked out but i never took him seriously until one daywhen
we werein the cemetary (we wanted to see if it was really haunted ,everyone
said itwas)and we heard footsteps in the dead leaves(it was fall)come towdards
usand stop right infront of us.we looked at each other and ran.that night i slept over
his houseand his mom went out.it was about 3 hours and she still wasnt home
yet whensuddenly i felt a strong presence we heard someone walking up and
down hishallway it came to the kitchen and stopped. another time i slept over his house
i heard a dog jump off his bed (hehad a 2 story house and we were down stairs,but his dog was sleeping
next tome.now i always feel a stange presence when something bad is going
to happenlike once i was riding my bike to my friends house,i got the feeling
andsuddenly a ford 4x4 came speeding down the road and almost hit me(i
was luckyi got my brakes fixed)and dissapeared.lots of things like this happenedsinse then.

Black Mists

By: fboily@sympatico.ca

One day, while I was in my study room surfing the Net on my computer,
ablack mist floated right above my left shoulder and disappeared.
Onsome other day, I saw another black mist (or was it the same?) in
mystudy room again but this time it was floating against the wall.

Blacksburg South Carolina

By:bigsurevan@yahoo.com

My name is Evan and my friends name is Scott. We were making
a trip toNorth Carolina for a concert in August of 1996. After the
concert wedrove for a long while, finally making it to South Carolina, and
were inneed of a place to camp as it was getting pretty late. We
found theKings Mountain State park entrance, but being almost 2 A.M., the
gatewas locked. We both got out of the VW camper to see if we
could get thegate open. The road was completely deserted, and being at the entrance,we were not even close to any campsites. With the headlights
of thecamper as our only source of light, a woman appeared out of nowhere.She had dark hair, a thin white dress, and was barefoot. She
asked usif we were with the wedding party, and we replied that we were not.
Asquickly as she appeared, she was gone. Scott and I thought
it was kindof weird...no evidence of another car on the road, and the fact
that shewas barefoot in the middle of nowhere at 2 in the morning.
Entertainingthe thought that we may have had an encounter with a ghost, we forgotabout it.Recently I was reminded of the incident, and thought I'd surf the
web tosee if there was documentation of some similar experience when I
foundyour site. I was blown away when I found an entry for Kings
MountainState Park...and the woman in the white dress. The entry said
that shewas murdered by the Klan for marrying a black man. I wonder
if theywere married right before the murder, and that's why she asked us
if wewere with the wedding party.

Blue Critter

By: LSamaniego@ci.sat.tx.us

I am a firm believer in the afterlife, and I know that sometimes
the otherside reaches out to us in ways that we might not understandThis incident happened in the late evening around ten at night.
We , Myfriend and I, were coming home from her mother's house.She lives in a newly designated historic neighborhood in San Antonio,
Texas.There are bunches of beautiful old houses that were built in the
early partof the century. As we turned the corner of this one residential
street, myheadlight beams hit on something moving in the road about twenty
or thirtyyards ahead. Conversation was going on between us, and we kept talking.
As Ineared the object in the road I saw what appeared to be a transluscent,
neonblue, crab, moving sideways across the road, and when the headlights
hit it,it stopped and stood and waved its claws like it was dancing, doing
a sortof Hula. Not beliving what i saw I kept driving until we drove past
it, bythis time it had reached the shoulder of the other side. The conversationhad stopped in the car. I looked at her ans she was looking at me
with afunny stare. "Did you see something?" I asked "Yes, I think
I did", myfriend said.She turned around and looked out the back window and I looked in
the rearviewmirror and neither one of us could see anything that could have
beenwhat we saw. No bags in the wind, no trash, nothing. We wonder if
It wasn'tsome form of other worldly creature out trick or treating a few
monthsearly, (It was summer time.) Sometimes we talk about about
Mr Blue Crab,and Laugh.

Chicago

By: PROUDtobePUNK77@aol.com

One time in Chicago on Lawrence and Rockwell,
I saw somethingunexplainable. I saw a shadow of someone or something on the wall.
It stoodthere staring. After about five minutes it began running and then
itdisappeared. To begin with, I was sleeping while
my mother was gone. My brother wasat my aunt's house. It was 2:37 AM when I woke up to use the bathroom.
I sawa shadow of a male human. I desperately wanted to but for some reason
I couldnot run. I guess I was in shock. I was exceedingly scared when I
saw it. Iam not sure if it was a ghost but if I had to guess, I'd say it
was. When Iwoke up in the morning, I told my mom the whole story and she did
notbelieve.

Childhood Experiences

By: parker.david@btinternet.com

The first time i ever experienced that i was not alone was during
my childhood. i was so scared to walk thorugh doors at night because
i use to see figures floating above them, it really freaked me out, but
that was only the start.I remember many restless nights. I always keep my bedroom door open,
and from my bed i could see the upstairs landing. Before i saw anything,
i was felt a slight cold breeze, sweep past my face, and there she was.
A girl about 10 years old, around the same age i was at the time. She appeared
to be sitting on the landing crying. As I watched, a heard of horses ran
past her, almost over her, then she disappeared.This resulted in me running to my sisters, or brothersí room opposite.
As they looked out there was nothing there and I could not explain it.
This happened on a regular basis, but stopped around the age of 14.I still can't explain it. even though we moved house a few years
ago, it still scares the hell out of me, what was it, a ghost or my imagination?One thing i do know is that before the house we lived in was built,
it originaly was a field with horse's in.. The people who bought our house
have children, so it would be interesting to see if they have seen anything
like i have experience, so it can put my mind to rest.Thanks for listening

Childhood Ghosts

By: nova_nation@hotmail.com

This is a story I have told to many people. It's of an experience
I had whenI was about 5, and none of the details have ever changed.It was 14 years ago, when I was 5, my family (mom, dad, 3 yr old
brother)lived in our tiny old house. My brother and I were forced to share
a room, asmall one, and our beds were directly across from each other. I
woke up onenight, it had to be late because our parents were already asleep,
and therewas a woman standing over me. She put her finger to her mouth and
told me tobe quiet, that her and the man would be right back, they were going
to goeat first. When she said that I looked across to my brother's bed
to see ashort, bald man over him. I didn't see them as transparent, and
I didn't seethem fade away, but they disappeared, and as soon as they did I
was in bed,across the hall, with my parents. A few minutes later I heard my
brotherstart crying. My dad went into our room and carried him into his
and mymother's room, laying him on the bed to sleep. The only thing I
can figureis that the man and woman did come back. I remember that night perfectly,and I know it wasn't a dream I've been remembering, I have plenty
of dreamsthat I remember in detail, and I know what are and are not dreams.

Long Time Haunt

By: BrandyMarie@att.net

Hi. Just wanted to add my story to the list. I
live in Oberlin PA. It's a small town outside of Harrisburg.
My house is a duplex that was built in the early 1900's.I started noticing strange occurrences at an early age. The
first experience was when I was about 6. I was laying in my bed and
I heard footsteps in the attic. At the time my dad was in the shower,
my mom was down stairs reading and my brother was not home. The second
was probably a year or so later. I was in my bed and I happened to
glance over at my closet and what I saw was simply unbelievable.
There was this thing (I don't know what to call it) walking back and forth
in front of my closet. It was about 6' tall and very ugly.
It's head/face reminded me of the alien on that show Alf (does anyone remember
what he looked like?) except the thing's face was longer and skinnier.
Of course being a kid I covered my head with my blanket and tried not to
think about it. Nothing happened then for years.Approximately 3 years ago they started again. Mostly just
small things like seeing something move out of the corner of your eye.
Right behind the chair that I'm sitting in right now I sometimes hear a
bird fly past me. I was sitting here one night and my chair started
rolling toward my kitchen like someone was pushing me.The scariest for me was 2 summers ago. I was home alone for
the weekend and I just got in bed and was starting to fall asleep when
someone ran up my steps. It scared me because like I said I was home
alone and I didn't hear anyone come in my house. So with a baseball
bat and a bottle of hairspray I ventured out into the hall. No one
was in the house but me. Trying to be logical about this I thought
one of my cats did it. One was outside and the other 2 were sleeping
downstairs and besides that neither one of them sounds like a person when
they run up the stairs. Well I put it out of my mind and went to
sleep. The next night the same thing happened. Around the same
time both nights (11:30). This time I told 'it' to stop and I went
to sleep (it never happened again).I always heard that animals have the gift of the 6th sense.
My youngest cat is one of them. Hannah will be sleeping comfortably
on the couch then all of a sudden jump up like someone hit her and run
up the stairs. She also stares at the steps like she's watching someone
(she stares at me the same way sometimes).I talked to a friend of a friend about this. He claimed to
be psychic. I wasn't sure if I believed him or not but thought I
would give it a try. He told me a lot about myself that not many
people know about me (this was the first time I met him). I asked
him if he could tell me anything about my house. He told me that
something did happen here but it was not his place to tell me. He
did tell me that there is a little boy or a younger man in my house.
He is not a threat he's just not sure what's going on. So if anyone out there has ANY info about anything that happened
in Oberlin PA please e-mail me at: BrandyMarie@att.net. To all of
you that have had experiences you have been given an extraordinary gift.
Don't ever let anyone tell you that your crazy or stupid. I have
had many experiences in and out of my house (too many to tell you about).

Summer-time lights

By: T3ebush@aol.comI was hanging out with two of my friends during the summer with
nothing muchto do. I suggested that maybe we should take a look.
At the time we left,the sun was beginning to set. We were talking about some random
thing, whenI saw three lights floating through the air. They seemed to
hover in theair, but suddenly came right in front of my face. I fell down
& my friendslaughed, not noticing the three lights. They started to vibrate
and thenflew away quickly. They went about 5 yards away & disappeared.
My friendstold me that we were talking about our favorite performer &
I had fallen downright when one of them told me who their's was. They had thought
my fallingwas a joke about that performer. When I had told them about
the lights, theythought I had tripped and was just trying to play it off.
I thought maybe Ihad been daydreaming, so I just shrugged it off. That night,
I was going tobed & I heard a woman laughing. My mom was away from the
house at the time &I have no sisters, so I immediately thought of the lights.
I'm not sure ifthat was paranormal activity or not, but it had kept me awake for
the nextfew nights. I haven't had any other experiences since.

Serial Murder

By: ellison@edatcat.com

This is a true account of events that took place when I was a teenager
inthe late 80's in TN.My parents and I lived in a nice suburban home nextdoor to a newlywedcouple. The wife, Amy, was exceptionally kind and very athletic.
Thehusband, Tony, was somewhat effeminate and slightly eccentric. The
two hadchildren from Amy's pevious marriage. The girls were under
age 5. The pairowned a small Italian restaurant at the entrance of the subdivision.
Ourtwo families developed a typical neighborly relationship.On her way home from work one day, Amy's car developed sudden trouble,exploded, and flew off of the interstate. She survived and
the incident wasdismissed as a fluke accident. However, a few weeks later,
the same thinghappened again. Miraculously, she survived a second time.
The secondincident was reported to the vehicle manufacturer. I'm not
sure what becomeof that.About a year later, in mid-summer, the telephone woke me up one
morning. Ina groggy voice, I answered. It was Tony. He tearily
explained that Amy haddied and he wished to inform my parents. Still half asleep,
I said "ok,thanks, I'll tell them" and hung up the phone, not grasping the
reality ofwhat he'd just said.As it turns out, Amy had drowned in the bathtub the previous evening.
Herdeath was ruled an accident, we thought, but a detective hung around
thehouse nextdoor for months to come. Eventually, Tony married
a woman fromacross the street, named Kathy Beadle, whose husband had recently
died in aplane crash (he was a pilot). The two moved to Knoxville,
TN.Not long after, a new couple bought Tony and Amy's old house.
They plannedsome renovations before they moved completely in, and had carpenter
teams inthe house regularly. One evening, the woman knocked on our
door. Sheexplained that the carpenters refused to come back to the house
to work.Myserious events had occured, she said. "The water in the
upstairs bathroomcomes on unexpectedly....when we turn it off, it comes back on as
soon as weleave the room." She also recounted things being fixed...such
as cabinetdoors, scratches on the walls being repaired, and other small things
aroundthe house. She was afraid to stay in the house alone."What happened in this house?" she wanted to know.My parents explained. The woman was aghast. My father
wanted to help, sohe went nextdoor, and stepped inside the house. He made his
way around thehouse, talking to Amy....yes talking to Amy...or her ghost, rather.
he toldher that her children were fine and that all was well...that she
could moveon and be at peace.Strangely enough, the mysterious incidents in the house never happened
afterthat. However, it turns out that a year later, Kathy (the
woman Tonymarried) came up missing. A manhunt began and we were surprised
to learn onCNN that Tony Vic was wanted by the FBI as a suspected serial killer.Kathy's body was discovered buried under 6 feet of concerete in
the couple'sKnoxville backyard, beneath their swimming pool....K-9's discovered
herremains. Tony was apprehended in New Jersey living with another
man and wasplaced behind bars where he belongs...he was eventually convicted
of, notonly Kathy's murder, but for murdering Amy by drowning her in the
bathtub,and for the murders of 3 previous wives and a mother-in-law...he
convincedone woman and her mother that god wanted them to throw themselves
in frontof an oncoming truck...incredibly, they oblidged.Amy's untimely death caused her to be restless in the afterlife...she
wasnot ready to go. My father convinced her that it was ok.
Sometimes, Iguess even the dead need reassurance.

My Own Experience

By: malcolmturley@worldnet.att.net

At the age of 8, my family moved me to the middle east. A small place
called Doha, Qutar. Before we could move into my house there, my family
& I had to stay in a large hotel for about a month. The hallway outside
our door smelled like rotted eggs, and our "room" had enough beds-each
in different compartments- for me and my brother to sleep by our selves
leaving my mom & dad to also have their own room. I suffered from a
major case of jet lag. It was worse than any member in my family. At night,
I would just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.My room had always given me a chill down my spine. But one night,
I was trying to sleep and a small hand grabbed mine under the covers. I
pulled away, and looked over to that side of the bed. There was the face
of a little Arab boy peeking his head over the side of the bed. He looked
frightened. I screamed and ran to my mom's room. She said it was nothing
and told me to go back to bed. When I got there, he was gone.The next night, I sat up in bed staring at the wall near the door.
The light was off, and my door was closed. I blinked, and when I opened
my eyes again, there was a different little boy in colorful overalls running
towards my bed. He looked even more scared then the boy from the night
before. I couldn't move, I was so shocked. He disappears behind the foot
board, and appeared right in front of me standing up. He reached out and
started shaking me viscously. I still couldn't move to get away, and just
stared at the kid. He looked about 3.Suddenly he turned around and screamed, covering his face. The only
way I could explain what happened next is as if something came sideways
through him and he turned to mist from the middle out. It scared me so
much that I screamed bloody murder, and fell off the bed onto the floor.
Coincidentally, the air conditioning came on right then, so my mom could
explain it as just that. I tried to explain, but she cut me off.Two years later, I completed 4th grade, and my mom took me back
to America. She had separated from my dad, and my brother had already left
for home about a month before. And since then, I've been trying to figure
out what had happened to those boys...

One of Many

By: msanders@qx.net

When my wife and I first got married, we lived in a very old house
that heremployer owned. It was built in 1805 and had been owned by
the same familyuntil it and the surrounding land was sold in 1996. The house
was so hugethat a family lived on the first floor and we lived on the second
floor.There was a slave cell in the basement and there were still chains
on thewalls and the floors were made of hard dirt. It was pretty
creepy downthere and we rarely went down there. But the ghosts of the
basement nevercame up or made themselves known to us. It was the ghosts
who livedupstairs that liked to wake us up at night.

We often heard footsteps upstairs. Someone walking back and
forth. Onetime, when the family living below us was on vacation, I was reading
in ourliving room while waiting for my wife to get home. The stairs
and thehallway that led to our part of the house were made out of wooden
planksand you could always hear people coming up. Well, I heard
the footstepsand assumed that they were made by my wife. After reaching
the top of thestairs, the footsteps went to the door. Silence. I shouted
for my wifebut got no answer. I got up and checked the hallway.
No one was there.My wife got home about an hour later.

The Family Demon

By: gungsa@usit.net This happened to me when I was twelve years old. As
you will read, however, the experience had a type of repeat years later.
I was glad to read that you discriminate between ''ghosts'' and ''demons''
otherwise, I would not be writing you. My encounter was with a demon. My father was an alcoholic. He was a steel worker who
worked hard and drove far to work each day. We didn't see him but
a little while each evening. During the work week he was sober.
On the weekends, however, he stayed drunk and that's when my brother and
I suffered his violence and brutality. It seems that his violence
increased the last few years he was alive. In 1952 he was killed
in a car accident. Sad to say, the news was met with relief on my
part. The day of the funeral is when I had my encounter. We walked home from the church that day and climbed the steps
to our apartment above the laundry. The Catholic Church we had the
funeral in was very beautiful. As a young Catholic, I was always
"in love" with the beautiful saints and statues of Mary and Joseph, but
the statues of Jesus were my favorite. The face so gentle and full
of love that I carried it active in my mind during the bad times.
I don't remember the funeral. I don't remember sermons graphically
describing Satan. So it wasn't a thought I carried with me that day
after the funeral. I was a kid, anyway. No pain stays too long....only
the damage done by those who we were supposed to be able to trust and honor. I walked through the front room on my way to my bedroom.
I was frozen in my tracks in the hall. I don't know what stopped
me. My blood seemed to drop to my feet and I was cold. I looked
up and there, floating in the darkened corner of the hall was an apparition
of my father's face. It wavered there as though I was seeing it though
rippling air. But this face, with it's greenish cast and malevolence,
was looking at me with such hatred that I remember thinking that if it
had a full body it would be trying to strangle me! The moment
ended in about 30 seconds. Suddenly, all was as it was before.
I "went on my way" as though nothing had happened. It was totally
gone from my memory. I didn't run screaming to my mother about the
experiece. I didn't tell my friends. I had forgotten it completely. In 1976, after the death of my wonderful husband, I moved
in with my eldest brother and his family for a short time. It was
great for all of us. My brother was my favorite. He'd been
through those years of violence with me. We'd always comforted each
other during those times and remained close through to adulthood.
My two children and their three cousins were good friends and my sister-in-law
was a true sister and friend. But my brother was also a heavy weekend
drinker. So living there meant my sister-in-law and I lent support
to each other during those days. As I arrived from work one day, my brother was coming down
the sidewalk from the house. I looked at him as I approached and
was, once again, frozen in my steps. He came toward me and I thought
how much he looked like my father. Then I saw that same malevolence
staring back at me! He passed without saying a word. Like before,
I was freed from my motionlessness and went on into the house. As
before, the moment passed into oblivion. During a recent conversation witrh my mother I was relating
the stories that until that moment I'd not recalled (suddenly I remembered
them, like someone freed from amnesia). Details returned and with
them realizations. My brother looks nothing like my father.
The face that I saw on my brother that day was not his face...but the very
same spirit face I had seen the day of my father's funeral! That
point alone was enough for me to know that while I had somehow escaped
it's influence that day, my brother had not. I can only imagine that
even at the tender age of 10, he was captured by that spirit that no longer
had power over my father. In retrospect, I can see it's influence
in my brother's life.I've read that demons take control during moments in any person's
life where they are at a morally weak moment, ie, inebriated, to
mention one. The longer a person stays in that state the more "demons"
can enter. It is evident in the memories I have of my father and
now, of my brother. For me, the connections came many years later. I would
not have believed it if it hadn't happened to me. And the way it
happened...over so many years to have unfolded so slowly...to have come
to the full horrible realization of the ''haunting'' of my father, then
my brother. To the full realization of what I escaped...somehow...
and it makes me thank God! The week that this all came together I found that I couldn't
get my precious niece out of my mind. Waking, dreaming...all filled
with thoughts of her. For some reason I can't explain, and not knowing
her situation-of-the-moment, I wrote her. For some reason I can't
explain, I decided to tell her that story. The next morning she called
me to tell me that she'd been having a battle with alcohol for years and
that this week had been especially hard for her. She'd quit drinking
a long time ago but still had days when the battle not to drink was almost
more than she could handle alone. Knowing the story of "the family
demon" gave her an additional tool....knowledge; an appreciation of what
she was in fact fighting against! With that she was given an
added incentive for overcoming her "demon", which she recognized as being
a reality.There are prayers, or mantras, if you will, that can assist one
in being freed of such influences. While I know that some of your
readers are looking for the thrill of reading a good "ghost story"
others are looking for help. It's with that in mind that I include
the prayer. It can be called a prayer, a blessing, a mantra, or even
an exorcism. But we are all a part of the Spirit that created us
and as such we too, have the power of God's Spirit to bless. As Jesus
told Peter, "What you bind on earth will be bound in heaven and what you
loose on earth will be loosed in heaven" Matt. 16:19And so, for what it's worth, this is the prayer:"I give my higher self permission to accept the help of my angels
and I call twelve archangels to assist me. We do not accept the spirits
of darkness and opposition to God's light to remain. You dark spirits,
with your harmful intent, must leave now. You will go to the light.
You will go away from me. I command it with the power of God and
in the Name of God, the Creator. You are banished from me forever.
The light of God is around me and within me there are no dark corners.
My higher self is henceforth in company of the angels of God. I am
protected by the light of God. It is done. In Jesus' name,
so be it. Amen" That's it, Dave. I wouldn't have written this to you
if I couldn't include the prayer. It's a true experience and the
help that came from that prayer is undeniable. We don't need a church
exorcist, with all their accoutrements, to free ourselves from a malignant
spirit...that prayer (and words to that effect ) are all that are needed.
I know that there are many who are seriously trouble by such manifestations
and this could help. If one wanted to help an alcoholic it would
have to be done while he/she was completely sober. The afflicted
person must say the words.

Haunting at TRW

By: whitphoto@sdccu.net

Dave: My story happened in the photo lab at TRW in Redondo
Beach. I was the day shift supervisor and Louis Blackman (Blackie)
was my group leader. He had an old pick-up with running boards.
I had my foot on the board while we talked the last night of his life.
We were talking about all the things we had not done in our lives that
we wished we had. I remember that he wanted to visit Catalina.Blackie was always second to arrive for work after me because he
loved the coffee I made. He did not show the next morning.
I kept looking for him to come through the door but he never did.I got a phone call from someone asking which department to call
for death benefits. I found out that Blackie had been killed on the
405 freeway on his way home.Blackie continued to come to work, I don't think he realized that
he was dead. I could not get anyone to work his photo lab dark room.
I had one man who came running out of the lab screaming, "I'm never going
back in there. There's someone in there". Things were being
moved and it was extremely chilly in that room. I tried to do the
jobs that were backing up in the room but kept seeing shadows out of the
corner of my eye.I don't know where I got the idea but I had everyone on my shift
go with me into the room one morning and I said out loud, "Blackie you're
dead, leave us alone". The room immediately warmed up and every thing
went back to normal.

Ghost in Exton, PA

By: dimotta@gate.net

About 28 years ago, I made a sales call on a family that lived on
RT 100near Exton, PA. They lived in a clapboard house on the west side
of theroad just south of a high overpass.It was a Sunday afternoon and my appointment was with anAfrican-American couple to discuss their investments. I arrived
earlyand they were finishing Sunday dinner so the lady showed me to a
sittingroom off the kitchen. As I headed towards the room, a little black
boyabout 6 yrs. old peeked out of the room smiling and then ducked
backinside. I went into the room and expected to see him there
but he musthave been hiding.The family finished dinner and were carrying their plates back to
thekitchen. The lady looked toward me and saw me looking behind
the couch.She came into the room and asked me what was I doing. I explained
that Iwas looking for the little boy that I saw duck into the room.
Shescreamed and her husband and older sons ran into the room.
They wantedto know what happened and she screamed, " He saw him! He's here!"
I wastotally lost. The men ran outside the house and one yelled "There
hegoes!" I looked behind all the furniture and no one was in
the room. Ichecked the only window and it was locked from the inside!All the members of the family finally returned to the room that
I was inand began to fire questions about the boy. I asked what was the
bigcommotion about. They said they saw the boy run from the window
towardthe hedge along the highway. The father and the sons stood on eitherside of the hedge and searched it. There was no little boy anywhere!
Istill didn't get it.Finally the woman told me the story of the little boy who used to
livethere and had been sent to that room by his parents. He had slipped
outthe window and ran to the hedge and apparently fell through it into
thepath of an oncoming truck and was killed! Right, I thought!!!
I know Isaw a little boy and there's no such thing as ghosts.On Monday when I returned to the office I told the story to some
of myco-workers. They all laughed. 3 months later, the Philadelphia
Inquirerran a story on a Sunday about strange happenings. Guess what?!?!?
Thestory of the little boy was on the front page of that section!!!!

My Ghostly Encounter

By: Shimal@aol.com

In 1975, my younger brother was murdered. My father began a
search for theculprit and was very close to finding him -- so close that the police
came tomy mother and asked her to take him out of town. We decided
to visitrelatives in the East and I went along to help with the driving.
We drove toWest Virginia and Washington D.C. to visit relatives. While
visiting my auntin West Virginia, I had waht I thought was a very strange experience.I awoke at 0230 and my brother was standing at the foot of my bed.
He wasdressed in the outfit that he had been buried in and was trying
to tell mesomething, but I couldn't understand him. That morning, I
told my parentsthat we had to return home right away because something had happened.
Mymother said that I was "white as a ghost" and my father said he
also had a"strange feeling". We drove all day to get home and walked
in the door tothe sound of a ringing telephone. My mother answered it and
it was areporter asking for her thoughts on the capture of the man who had
murderedmy brother -- the police had arrested him at 0230.

Story from Greece

By: themanto@hellasnet.gr

I'm in my late 40ies, Greek, living in Greece and I must state from
the very beginning thatI do not believe in ghosts.In fact, I believe what I can feel, experience and understand, thought
my human abilities,given either from nature or from God and I always defined death,
as the end of a normalcircle, of all life on this planet. Iím not atheist, but definitely
Iím anti-religious.I accept that some phenomenonís, unexplained to the conventional
science, might exist,taking place either in our mental, or in our real world.I'm quite new in the Internet technology, so I found you site by
luck and eventually I redsome of your stories accompanied by photo's and videos.I was impressed . . .Most of them, according to my (average) estimation, are at least
attracting reasonable doughís.Any individual observer, should be based either on his imagination,
or mostly on his good will.In other words he should be pregetist and willing to believe.Please forgive my criticism, but frankly it takes a lot more to
convince, even when you havethe kindest of the intentions.I e-mail you for two reasons:1t. I'm studying the American mentality, your culture and your civilisation
for years and Iímthrilled.2nd. I had some similar experiences in the past, from which only
those documented, Iíd liketo share with you.So step by step you will have all the time in the world to investigate,
collect documents andpresent them properly.As you probably know, Greece has hundreds of small islands, in the
eastern Aegean Sea.The biggest, most populated and beautiful is the island of Crete.The Minoan civilisation was born here 12000 years b.c.In Crete there is not only the myth, but the real phenomenon as
well.I have seen it, thousands of people see every year and still happens
always in time.And itís called ď D R O S S O U L I T E S ď

My Granddad

By: crazylife@homey.fsbusiness.co.uk

This can be seen as a nice story. I was living in Manchester
with my husbandand young son (15 months). All was well and quiet, my husband
went to check on ourchild for the last time before he drifted into his nights sleep.
When he arrivedinto the bedroom he saw what he believed was my grandad, stood looking
at our son. Mygrandad looked well, back to how he had been before he had become
ill, though hewas still alive. My husband looked at the aparition and the
aparition looked athim, on picking our son up the aparition glided out of the window.My husband woke me to tell me what had happened, if it hadnt been
for his grayedface I dont think i would have believed him.The next morning was Saturday, We lay in bed still un nerved from
the nightbefore, to be awoken by the phone. It was my dad, my grandad had
died the night beforearound the time of my husband seeing his aparition.I am not atall
religious, but the experience gave me and some other family members comfort

My Unexplained Experience

By: Petsgalore785127@aol.comDear Dave: This experience happened some thirty years ago,
and to this day Icannot explain how or why I am still here to speak about it.Back in 1970 I was in College to get my nursing degree. The
college was 50miles from my home, so I had to commute every day on a very
busy four lanehighway. My children were still in school then, so when I
finished withclasses or at the hospital I generally was in anxious to get
home, as therewas no one there to supervise them when they got home from school.One day on my return, driving my father's big Ambassorador, which
I inheritedafter his is recent death, I was in the passing lane
and approaching anintersection, when a car drove accross the road and stopped paralle
in mylane as the medium already had a car waiting to cross into the south
boundland, there was a car beside me and suddenly I knew I was going
to crash intothis car in front of me. I hit the brakes, then I noticed
the hands on thewheel, they looked like my Fathers hands, the next thing I
remember afterthat is the car jumping over a curb, and I was sitting in the meduim
beyondthe intersection, I was dazed and the car was still running,
and I don'tremember getting there,in fact I do not remember anything else except
seeingmy father"s hands, I last real vision was that car I was going
to crash intodirectly in from of me. To this day I do not know how
I missed it and how Igot into that medium alive.My husband worked only two miles beyond where this happened, and
I drovethere to relate this experience and to see what damage occured to
my car.The only thing we found was a scrape on the gas tank as I
went over thecurb. Nothing else, there was not a scratch on the car anywhere.To this day, I wonder what happened, and still have no explaination.
But Iam grateful that I am here to relate this experience.

It Was Real

By: PORCELLE@aol.com

I was stationed at an air force installation on Montauk Point , Long
Island.N.Y. I was the guy with the car, and on weekend Pass, I would
transportfellow airman to the city. Well, there were five of us this
night, Me,Rosie, Nathan, and two others I forget there names now. We
were travelingeast towards New York City, A great fog rolled in, and you could
hardly see.All of a sudden this old man, out of the fog, waved a light, like
a lantern,swinging it back and forth. I was astonished, and immediately
pulled over tothe side of the road, split second, as I did, two cars passed
us at highspeed, on this two lane road. Had I not heeded this warning we would
all havedied? My passengers got out of the car and kissed the ground.
I asked"didn't you see that guy, that old man with the lantern, they
all said no,but I'm glad you did. The next time we met at mess hall ,
One of mypassengers handed me a local newspaper "four teenagers
die in crash, racingon montauk hwy, " They were the two cars that raced pass us
in the fog.ghost are like live people, some bad. some good.

Ghostly Delivery

By: Samnpatti2@aol.com

My son was 17 years of age. He delivered the Sunday paper. It was
around4:30a.m., he was loading his papers in the car. He said he felt
something gothru him. It scared him very much. After that he would speak a foreignlanguage in his sleep. When he went to college his roommate pulled
me asideand told me about talking in his sleep, and how strange it was.
I said "yes Iknow about this." My son is 31 years old now, and it is still difficult
forhim to speak about this incident. I never said this to my son, but
I felt aspirit entered his body that night. We live across the street from
a cemetery.

Ghost of a Little Girl

By: Lori.Delor@VPUADV.uab.edu

Maybe this isn't so much a ghost story and simply a truly frightening
andtragic human experience. However, human tragedy seems to be the
impetus forsome ghosts and the spirit of the young girl at the center of this
story hasbeen seen and felt by several people over the years.I have not seen the ghost myself, but my mother claims to have felt
herpresence and had strange experiences in the house where the little
girldied. She was the only child of our neighbors in the late 70s in
a suburbanarea outside of Athens, Ohio. At the time of her death, she was
only fouryears old. Still, at that tender age she was considered a prodigy.
Shelearned to read and write well past the kindergarten level before
she wasold enough to go to school. In fact, all of her milestones, walking,talking, motor skills, occurred much earlier than any of her peers.
She alsoshowed an uncanny ability to reason and contemplate abstract metaphysicalissues. In addition to being highly intelligent, some in the neighborhoodremarked that she seemed melancholy most of the time, as if she
wereburdened by the weight of the world.Late one evening, after 11 p.m., her frantic mother pounded on our
door inher nightgown as her husband desperately tried to pry open or break
hisdaughter's bedroom window. Flames and smoke coming from the bedroom
could beseen from the yard. I remember the scene quite well although all
was chaos.The mother was sobbing uncontrollably, the father was shouting and
tryingeverything to gain access to the small bedroom from the outside.
I couldhear sirens from the distance as my mother ushered me back to my
bedroom. Iprotested at first, wanting to be in the middle of all of the excitement,but now I am glad my mother prevented me from seeing the firemen
bring outthe tiny body of the neighbor girl. I'm glad I was not able to witness
theanguish of her parents as they realized she could not be saved.That incident is tragic enough, but it was actually the cause of
death thatsome people think brought on the haunting. The neighbors went to
stay withnearby relatives while the house was being repaired from the fire
damagewhich seem to be confined to that one corner of the house. My mother
went tocomfort them often and helped make funeral arrangements. Just before
thefuneral, the girl's mother confided that the authorities seemed
to think thechild's death was a suicide.A four year old committing suicide? Unbelievable! However, as the
neighborsbegan to put together the pieces, suicide became not only believable,
buthighly likely. From evidence found at the scene, everyone agreed
on whattook place that night.It seems that the little girl was put to bed at her normal time,
but stayedawake until she was sure her parents had gone to sleep. Then, she
crept veryquietly from her room to the kitchen where she pushed a chair against
thecountertop and climbed up to retrieve the fireplace matches from
the top ofthe refrigerator. She put the chair back in it's proper place and
went intothe den where her father kept newspapers and magazines in a rack.
Ignoringthe magazines, she gathered up as many newspaper pages as she could
carryand quietly returned to her room. She locked the door, which usuallyremained slightly open, and pulled the window shades closed. She
tried topull the mattress off of her bed. Not being strong enough to move
it to thefloor, she settled for the mattress hanging halfway off of the bed.
On thepart of the mattress on the floor she built a small bonfire with
thenewspapers. Finally, she moved to a corner of the room, clutching
herfavorite stuffed toy, and waited for the fire to catch.When the smoke alarm awoke the parents, they immediately tried to
enter herroom, unaware that it was the source of the smoke in the hallway.
When theycouldn't get past the locked door and the child didn't respond to
theircalls, the father ran outside to the bedroom window while the wife
ran toour house. The fire was relatively small and contained, but the
smoke wasthick enough to suffocate the girl.If it wasn't suicide, only a child playing with matches, then why
did thegirl seem to have reasoned out how to start a fire without being
caught, howto use kindling to build a bigger and more deadly fire, and how
to preventher parents from rescuing her? Some people in the neighborhood speculatedthat the girls was simply too smart for her own good. Some believed
that shehad an incredible capacity to ponder the human condition, life and
death,pain and suffering, and was just too burdened by the universal answers
weall seek that she could bear it no longer. Imagine how frustrating
it mustbe to comprehend an eternal truth and yet be powerless to communicate
it tothe world as such a small child.A while later the couple settled back into their home and continued
togrieve. My mother stopped by three or four times a week to comfort
them, asdid other neighbors and friends. The people who visited in those
months allreported feeling chills, strange sensations, and a feeling of sadness
thatwas more profound in the house than elsewhere. The experiences usuallyoccurred in the kitchen, where the little girl set the events of
that nightin motion with the fireplace matches on top of the refrigerator.
A fewpeople claimed to have seen movement or an image out of the corner
of theireyes that didn't exist when they turned their head to look. The
parentsnever seemed to notice anything, so the neighbors and friends did
notmention it. They gradually stopped coming to visit as they felt
more andmore uncomfortable in the house.Not long after that, my father's job took us out of state and the
neighborsmoved away as well, saying they could no longer bear to live in
the housewhere their daughter died. No one knows if the ghost lingered. The
newowners never seemed troubled by anything. Maybe she was trying to
connectback to the life she had known before after realizing she made a
terriblemistake. Maybe she is truly gone now.

Finland Fright

By: ApclpseCruiser@aol.com

Hi. My name is Sergei , and I've been interested in ghosts andhauntings for a while now. Since I was about six or seven years old. My dad got a transfer
to Finlandas a station manager of Aeroflot - Russian International Airlines.
While we werethere my parents would play volleyball every Sunday at this college
that hada gym on the first floor. While they played their game, we (kids)
would stay inthe locker rooms, and play. That's the first time I got interested
in ghosts,because there was one locked door in one of the locker rooms. It
was alwayslocked, but we did see one day that somebody was putting some basketballs
andother sport equipment in there. One day we were playing in the locker
roomthat had the door, and we heard some noises from behind it, that
seemed toecho. I looked under the door so I could check if I could see anything.
All Isaw was some spider web floating from under the door, and wind coming
fromthe inside. We heard this creepy windy sound that you hear in most
horrormovies. We all listened to hear something, and what we heard made
us go intothe other room, and we never went back to the first one. We heard
a femalevoice yelling at someone, and babies crying. There were also some
platesbreaking and more female voices. All of this seemed very far away,
like itwas at the end of a very long hallway or something. And all of the
soundsechoed a little too. That scared us pretty good, and that was the
first timethat I wanted to know more about this stuff.

Crying Baby Ghost

BY: Mitchell Hamand

Of all the ghostly encounters I have had, this
one is probably oneof the more interesting ones. I was working the night shift
as a bakerfor Tim Hortons at the time. This one night though, I was
walking tothe baker's area in the back afterhaving a coffee break at about 5:00am. Then right as I was
entering thebaker's area, I heard a young baby crying in the front of the store.This I found to be somewhat odd because of the time. So I
went up frontto see the baby(I love baby's by the way) only to find the store
emptyof custumers. I then asked the 2 other people working that
night ifthey heard a baby crying only to be told I was crazy. About a month or two after that incident, another
fellow employeeheard a young girl crying for her mother in the lady's room.
She then went to go helpthe little girl in the bathroom only to find it empty. Right
after that custumersreported hearing the same thing.

I Wish You Were Here

By: gafishe@qwest.net

Hi There. I'm Jennifer. I guess this is where I'm supposedto send my story. If it isn't, I'm terribly sorry. Anyways,onward.I was a very young girl when my Grandfather passed away,around the age of 10. He was of Irish-Scot descendant, so ofcourse he was a big guy. He didn't die a violent death andhe lived a very good, respectful life. Fortunately, he wasin a coma for a day or so before he passed on. I was veryupset when my parents came home with the news. A few weekslater, my best friend at the time (she still is) came tospend the night. We were sitting on the floor in my bedroom,up late talking about our Grandfathers (she had lost hers aswell at the age of 5.) I began to cry and say 'I wish youwere here, I wish you were here' repeatedly. When I calmeddown a little I felt soft, strong arms around my shouldersand a man's voice in my ear-"You'll be allright.Everything's allright." My friend heard it too.

Another story takes place around Christmas of 2000. I was atmy Grandmother's house. It was a festive occasion. We werelaughing, joking and decorating her tree. I, being the goofI am, was dancing around the living room to some Christmassong with the top of the tree on my head. I had tinselwrapped around my shoulders and I was trying to getattention. My Grandmother started to laugh...and veryfaintly, I heard a man laughing along with her. I lookedtowards my Grandfather's chair, and I didn't see anything,but felt a presence come very close, and one side of my bodygot very warm. I didn't feel threatened. The presence wasall too familiar, and it made me smile.A few weeks ago, I was at my Grandmother's house, andeveryone was there. Grandma, Mom, Dad, My sister, My brotherin law, my niece, my 2 nephews. Everyone was in the kitchen,bustling and crazy. I went to the living room, and for thefirst time in years, I felt compelled to sit in myGrandfather's brown chair. So I did. The same warmth andsoftness I felt at Christmas came back to me and I felt likeI did when he used to sit me on his lap and read me storiesor watch the baseball game on tv.People on the outside of the family may think these smallexperiences are b.s. or tricks my mind plays on me, but Idon't think that's so. I truly believe that "Goompa" isstill hanging around with my Grandmother, waiting for her topass on so they can cross over together. Plus, he loved hisfamily when he was here in body, and he must still feelneeded. Either way, it warms my heart, makes me smile and Iknow there is someone watching for all of us; laughing,arguing, crying or celebrating with the rest of us.But I still miss him.

She came to comfort me!

By:nathalie_gauthier@hotmail.com

First, let me apologize for the mistakes I am bound to make, my being
a francophone.This is not an extremely exciting story, but I thought it might
be interesting because it does not involve seing anything of feeling something
strange, but it involves smelling.My mother's aunt was blind, therefore she could not live on her
own, so when her husband passed away, she moved in with her daughter.
Two or three weeks per year, we would take Tante Joséphine with
us, so her daughter could take a rest and maybe go on a trip or something,
usually in the summer, so I would end up spending those days with her (I
was in my teenage) while my parents were at work, but I didn't mind because
she was a softspoken, kind person, really not demanding at all. We
would go on walks once or twice a day, I would cook for her, but most of
the time we would just sit around and talk or mind our own business.One day, as everybody is bound to do, she passed away, and I must
say that for the first time, I really felt very sad about someone's death,
Tant Joséphine was the first person who had died I knew I would
miss.Many many years later, after having been married for five years,
and freshly separated (with all the anguish that come with such a traumatic
event), I was getting ready for work, after having dropped my baby at the
babysitter (who lived in the same appartment building). I went back to
my place and when I entered my bedroom, I could smell my great aunt's perfume.
Now, I had not dreamt of her the night before (actually, I never, to this
day, had a dream about her), did not think of her, nothing, she was not
on my mind at all as that moment, so it couldn't have been triggered by
my memory. I thought of it has being stranged, but just dismissed
it and went along with my task. The next morning, the same thing
happened, and I remember feeling a bit scared but I also dismissed it,
but with a bit more difficulty, even at work that day, I couldn't help
think about it. But when it happened again for a third day in a row,
I freaked out, and kindly (or should I say sheepishly) asked myAbout a year later, I was sitting on the couch in my living room,
worrying about personal stuff, really depressed, almost suicidal, but still
not thinking about her, when her scent came to me again, very subtle at
first, but getting stronger as the seconds passed. Right away I said
"Please Tante Joséphine, I know you mean no arm to me, but I really
can't handle this" and the smell just disappeared. It lasted maybe
three of four minutes, no more, but I knew that she had come to try to
comfort me.I few years later, I was at a party at some acquaintances' place,
when all of a sudden, this lady guest, whom I had never seen before, tells
one of my friends standing beside me, who didn't know her neither; "There
is a man watching over you and your child, he is there to protect both
of you". My friend started crying, because her first boyfriend had
died four or five years previously and somehow she knew he was still around,
but to hear it stated out loud like that, she was in shock.And then she turned to me and said "There is also someone watching
over you, it's a woman, and she is impaired". Right away, I tought
of Tante Joséphine, so I asked her if she could tell me in what
way this "person" was impaired and the answer was "I don't know, I can't
see what it is", which didn't really surprise me, considering that my great
aunt was blind when she was part of this world... And I have to believe
what she said, because she also told me things about my then boyfriend
(who wasn't present at the party) that she just couldn't have known and
just by looking at a picture of him.One thing worries me though: she also told me that something "evil"
was lurking around me, but that I was able to control it. She couldn't
tell me though what it was and if I could loose control (I certainly hope
not). It's been almost four years now, and nothing happened.
Let's hope it's going to remain that way!

Terror in Texas

By: woodpeck@onramp.net

Hi! I've always been in to ghost and the supernatural stuff
but asboring as my life is, of course nothing ever happened. Nothing
until wemoved into this one house in Tx. First off, I'll start off
bysaying the town's and house's history. The house was built
anywherebetween 1918-1922. I don't remember. That would make
it about 80 yearsold. Nevada used to be a booming town. Stores, banks,
you name it,they had it. Until the big tornado of 1924. It was an F5 and
destroyedpretty much everything in the town. The only thing left was
a couple ofhouses, the school, and the church. It killed hundred's of
people andthe bodies were kept in the church's basement until they could beproperly buried. There are still blood stains in the basement.Anyways, that has nothing to do with it. Now, Nevada is a
small farmtown with the population of about 400-500. The church, the
school, andonly a few houses are still standing from the tornado. My
house is oneof them. It is on a street that used to be full of houses,
but nowthere is only 2. Mine and the one across the street. (The
lady wholives across the street used to live in my house) Back to
the ghoststory. My family was moving from Garland and needed a house.
We cameacross this house and loved it. We were going to rent it from
the ladywhose family had built it and been passed on from generation togeneration. While she was showing us the inside of the house,
we cameacross this one room upstairs. It was so cool, I decided it
had to bemy room. (of course, I later found out it was used as the sick room
backin the 20's or 30's; a sick room is a room where they would keep
thesick people of the family so no one else would get sick) When
I statedthat it had to be my room, the lady said I shouldn't have.
I asked whyand she said that it wasn't a very pretty room and I should pick
anotherone. I found this strange b/c it was a gorgeous room and why
would shecare if I wanted this room or not? Well, we decided to rent
it out.The first night we were there, my mom and I kept hearing doors openingand shutting. We got freaked out, but that was nothing.
It was abouttwo weeks after we moved in and we were all asleep. Everybody's
wasdownstairs except mine was upstairs in the sick room. I was
layingthere pretty much asleep when I heard this loud noise that kind
ofsounded like a vacuum cleaner. Then, I heard people screaming
(men,women and kids). Then, I heard a women's voice yelling "Get
Jordan,where's Jordan?" I thought it could have been the tornado
orsomething. My whole family thought I was crazy. After
that incident Imoved my room downstairs. All my stuff was still in that room
but mybed was downstairs. I remember one night in my new room I
was lyingthere awake and I heard a horse galloping by my window. We
don't haveany horses but I passed it off as someone else's horse that had
gottenloose. Then, I heard someone get off start walking around
on the rocks,get back on and ride off. I got scared, covered up my
head and went tosleep. I heard it again around 3:00am. Soon, things
started to happento the rest of the family. One night my mom was in the bathtub
and sheheard a man talk like he was right outside of the window.
She couldn'tunderstand him but she heard it. My dad wasn't home and us
kids were inthe living room. We've all heard this man now. Then,
one morning mymom was cleaning the house and only me and her were home.
She startedhearing this lady hum some sort of song she had never heard beforecoming from the bathroom. It was the type of hum you sing
when youclean house. If she stood by the stairs you couldn't hear
it. If youtook a step in front of the stairs you'd hear it. One evening
I wasupstairs in my room and kept hearing someone banging on my side
of thehouse. Everyone denied it. The banging continued and
finally my dadagreed to check what was outside. We all started towards the
backdoorand were about to open it when some man in a white shirt casually
walkedright next to the door outside. (it was a screen door so we could
seethrough) My dad furious and ready to kick the trespasser's
a$$ ranoutside but no one was there. The scariest incident of all
happenedearly one morning before school. I had gotten so scared that
I startedto sleep on the top bunk of my brother's bunk bed. I was in
a deepsleep and I heard a man's voice mumbling. I thought it was
my dad b/che woke me up in the mornings. I slowly opened my eyes and
saw a man ofabout 20 or so just standing there. He was wearing a forest
greencolored suit and had reddish-brownish hair with a handle bar
mustache.I screamed bloody murder and got under the blankets. My parents
came inthere and asked me what was wrong. I slowly raised my head
out of theblankets and the man was gone. I finally talked them into
moving.While we were packing, our neighbor came over. (remember she
used tolive there. We asked her if anything ever happened weird to
her. Shesaid the usual doors shutting, lights going on and off by themselves.But then she said one story. She said one day she was cleaning
and shesaw a man in white at the corner of her eye just standing at the
backdoor. She thought it was her husband until she started talking
to himand he never answered back. She looked over and he was gone.
She alsosaid that when we were on vacation she would hear children laughing
andthe creaks of them swinging. She would go over there to greet
usthinking we were home and no one would be there. After pretty
mucheverything was moved we decided to have a physcic over and do a
seancejust for fun. She told us that this house was once used to
hide illegaldrugs or something. She said that someone was very sick and
locked upmost of the time in my room. She said the head of the house
wasmentally unstable and everyone was scared of him. She said
a women hidfrom him in the bathroom. She didn't say anything about the
tornado sowe didn't know if she was full of crap or what. But in all
of theclosets were little secret hidden compartments, pretty small and
theycould have hid things in there. They are hard to see and blend
in withthe wall. We never told her about that. Finally, we
had movedeverything and we were checking every room and every closet and
welooked in those compartments. We found things that have been
missingfor years and things that we had just had this morning. Ever
since weleft that house nothing has happened. Other things have happened
likelights going on and off, doors opening and shutting, and even
hearingpeople calling our names, but these are the major incidents.
Thanks foryour time! -Lily

Grammy,the angel,our Mother,and me

By: BigLudo@aol.com

I've always been a believer, ever since I was very young. What
I neverthaught was that something would ever happen to me. In order for me to tell about my happenings,
I have to tell you about mygrandmother(Grammy). I used to always go to her house, because
she had tobabysit me cause my parents worked. Her and I used to bake
things, and shewould make homemade waffles and she introduced me to "mint jelly".
But shehad cancer. When I was 5 she was to sick to get out of bed,
so I wouldalways go in and lie on the bed with her. She and I would
talk, and shewould play with my hair. That December she died. Nothing really happened to me until a few years
after she was gone. Onenight, I was sitting on my bed reading, when all of a sudden, I
felt someoneplaying with my hair, then I got really cold. My first instinct
was to lookbehind me to see what it was, there was nothing there. That
really gave methe willies, but that wasn't all. One night, I was in my room
alone,standing by my dresser when I heard someone or someTHING breathing
behind me. I ran out of my room and told my parents, but they thaught
that I was justemagining it. After that, it was the end of the strange happenings.
Or so ITHOUGHT. About a year later I awoke in the middle of the
night. Out of the cornerof my eye, I saw a woman standing in the doorway that leads to my
bedroom.She had dark brown hair, about shoulder length, and was wearing
a long whitedress that had long sleeves, was tight at the waist and then puffed
out atthe skirt like a ball gown. Even though I only saw her out
of the corner ofmy eye, I could tell that she was very beautiful. I turned
my head real fastto get a better look, but when I did she disapeared. Then I turned
my head sothat I was facing the wall instead of the door, and there she was
again! SoIlooked over to see her, but she disapeared again. This happened
about 3times. I really coudn't explain any of it, and when I went to tell
the restof my family, they thaught I was "full of it". But then I
realized that whatI had been experiencing wasn't a bad thing. I realized that
when I felt myhair being played with, and heard the breathing, it was my Grammy
justpopping in to say "Hello". And the woman in the doorway HAD
to be an angel,because the night it happened, I really wasn't scared. (even though
I wasonly about 7 or 8 years old) I actually felt confortable with her
there.After that, only one more thing happened. I was asleep in
bed, and thensuddenly woke up. And I never do this, but for some strange
reson I lookedup at the top of my bookshelf. When I did so, there, standing
on top was ourBlessed Mother Mary. Her veil and dress was blowing in the
wind and she waslooking down at me. She was only about a foot tall, so I thaught
that maybeit was one of my dolls, but when I turned on the light She was gone.
I newright then and there that I was truly blessed. I haven't had
any otherhappenings since then...that is, I mean, in my own ROOM.
The End...of THISstory.